A friend recently sent me a story where students in a study found travel writing to be the most glamorous job on the planet. More than directing films or being a rock star. Say what? Yes, it can be fun to be on the road laughing at mishaps and downing food not usually found at my local market, but most of my life I’m working from the third floor of my suburban house, wondering when the next yellow warbler or red-tailed hawk is going to fly by. Writing is a solitary business, staring at a computer screen waiting patiently for the words to arrive. To overcome that dire sense of loneliness, I’ve always listened to music. New age and jazz bodes well for writers, especially me who doesn’t want to hear singers spouting their lines while I’m writing lines. Paul Winter and Paul Hardcastle are two of my favorites, but lately I’ve been plugged into Pandora, the music genome that streams tunes based on your favorite artists. Frankly, I’m such a Pandora addict at this point that I don’t know what I’d do without it. Try the Paul Hardcastle station with added variety by Chris Botti and Grover Washington. Oh yeah. Now I’m ready to attack that blank screen!